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53. To THE HON. HENRY SEYMOUR OONWAY. MY DEAREST HARRY, [London, 1741.]
Before I thank you for myself, I must thank you for that excessive good nature you showed in writing to poor Gray1. I am less impatient to see you, as I find you are not the least altered, hut have the same tender friendly temper you always had. I wanted much to see if you were still the same—but you are.
Don't think of coming before your brother; he is too good to be left for any one living : besides, if it is possible, I will see you in the country. Don't reproach me, and think nothing could draw me into the country: impatience to see a few friends has drawn me out of Italy; and Italy, Harry, is pleasanter than London. As I do not love living en famille so much as you (but then indeed my family is not like yours), I am hurried about getting myself a house ; for I have so long lived single, that I do not much take to being confined with my own family.
You won't find me much altered, I believe; at least, outwardly. I am not grown a bit shorter, or a bit fatter, but am just the same long lean creature as usual. Then I talk no French, but to my footman; nor Italian, but to myself. What inward alterations may have happened to me, you will discover best; for you know 'tis said, one never knows that one's self. I will answer, that that part of it that belongs to you, has not suffered the least change— I took care of that.
For virtu, I have a little to entertain you: it is my sole
LETTER 53.—Wrongly placed by C. 1 Gray's father died on Nov. 6,
amongst letters of Oct. 1741. (See 1741. Notes and Queries, Dec. 18, 1897.)